Refracted Neurons

With the Year of the Rat just having dawned, I thought I'd share an excerpt from something I wrote a while ago that has to do with  . . . rats! It is a Tracy-and-Vera, so if that isn't your cup-a-joe, you might want to skip this one.  Like most Tracy-and-Veras, it ends with Vera quitting.   Also like most Tracy-and-Veras, it's a little over the top . -----------------------------🐀----------------------------- Vera yawned cavernously as Lynn leaned over the side of her cube.  “We’re looking at that Customer Engagement report you made and we had some questions,” Lynn’s face was stern, “Drink some coffee and slap yourself before you go in the conference room.” He walked towards his office. “Where are you going?” Vera snapped another yawn. “I’m getting some of my files on my best and worst engagers.  I want to check my notes, see if I’m asking the right questions,” Lynn disappeared as he ducked down to open his filing cabinet. Vera stood up and stretched.  She ci

Image by falco  from Pixabay “What are you doing here?” the faun’s eyes were wide with amazement. “Are . . . were . . . I . . .” Justice’s brain scrambled to convince her that the faun was merely a man with hairy pants.  Hairy pants, and horns, a costume, obviously.  A very detailed costume, all the way down to his cloven shoes.  She supposed that would work if he walked on his toes like a ballerina. “Get out of here before the unicorns find you,” the faun jumped as something snapped in the underbrush.  Holding a finger to his lips, he listened to the shushing of the wind and the scolding of a squirrel. “They are real too?” Justice whispered, “Unicorns?” “Yeah,” the faun frowned, then waved her down the path, “and I pity your soul if you are untouched.  Nasty things.” Justice followed him, “Can you take me to them?” “Are you mad? Surely you aren’t equipped to fight one,” the faun eyed her backpack, “Unless you carry weapons forged of gold?” “Are we talking about t